This is not me, it is fiction. It's a small poem about the idea of "the bad boy".
My name’s The Bad Boy of the town, Bad Boy to the bone. And I walk the streets without a care, I walk the streets alone. You see, I’m always in the game, Searching for the mark, Always playing by rules of “Pick ‘em up”, Always hunting like a shark. A shark that lets them vent, Moan and groan about their affair, About their emotional issues, And I sympathyze: “It’s so unfair.” All the while my goal is to Unwrap the gift that’s my lady friend, Then leave the mess and continue With my life that’s all pretend.
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